Page 80 of With Spite

But it was enough to let him know that I was awake.

And very much with him.

He shifted, shoving his underwear down with the fingers that weren’t currently filling my holes.

Seconds later, his cock was at my entrance and he was pushing inside.

His other hand was now on my hip, pushing me down to meet his thrust.

I cried out as excitement started to overwhelm me.

“I might or might not have an asthma attack,” I exhaled, my heart pounding and my breathing accelerated.

Two things that almost always caused me to have an asthma attack.

“We’ll work through it,” he growled through what sounded like clenched teeth.

We would.

I had a feeling he wouldn’t allow this to go any other way.

He growled when his cock was fully sheathed in my pussy.

Then his fingers shifted, the one coated in my release was now at my back entrance, slowly slipping inside.

I cried out and twisted my head, finding his pectoral underneath my mouth.

A field of poppies covered his chest, and I bit down right over his heart as I started to come for a second time.

“Motherfucker.”

His arm went around my body like an unmovable band, and he was pumping into me ferociously.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight and wet.”

I was.

Very tight.

And very wet.

A great combination I was sure, because he was coming inside of me short moments later.

I felt the hot jets of his cum filling me up and groaned.

His breathing slowed, but mine only ramped up.

Soon, I was wheezing.

He sat up and took me with him, keeping his cock lodged deep.

Then we were in his bathroom and he was ripping open the medicine cabinet.

He had an inhaler there waiting.

I didn’t think to ask why he had some of my prescription medication, and instead chose not to look a gift horse in the mouth when he shook it, ripped the white cap off, then placed it to my lips.

I nodded, and he depressed the button, causing the medicine to release into my mouth.